She says something that isn't really right but isn't really
wrong. I'm not
taking in their words any
more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for
whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
FOUNDING DOCUMENT
IWGD
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen.
I go inside.
in a post. I want to be remembered
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Worse Lift
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording
of his website, something that could be found within it
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at
websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to
browse
